“The Language of Rain”Understand the language of rain and know of what it speaks;in the night’s darkness [descend]and in the morning light awakens again.I want to be: a flower of snow and ice,a thorn on the stalk of a rose,a drop upon the red-hot stone,a budding grain in the field,the foam on raging water;a rock does not doubt it and ask.I want to be like a treeand hear what the rain says to me:vai vai vai vai não vouvai vai vai vai não vouvai vai vai vai não vouvai vai vai vaiPerhaps life is only a dream,only a game of fantasy,only a mirror in spacious room: dejavu.Then the end becomes a beginning;the origin becomes a destinationand a sorrow without sense or meaning.Understand the language of rainas if an encoded/encrypted poem,as leaves will waft over autumn forests,as a lake glistens with light in the morning,As cherry blossoms bloom in spring,as a bird builds a nest in the bush,as coals in the fire smolder out—the sky arrived at as smoke. I want to free myself like a springfrom all that oppresses me today,want to be 10,000 years oldand hear what the rain recounts: it saysvai vai vai vai não vouvai vai vai vai não vouvai vai vai vai não vouvai vai vai vaiPerhaps life is only a dream,only a game of fantasy,only a mirror in spacious room: dejavu.Then the end becomes a beginning;the origin becomes a destinationand a sorrow without sense or meaning.Understand the language of rain,conceiving–full–what it says;in the night’s darkness [descend]and in the morning, as light, awaken.